User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20150212221842

Skipper limped over to the pair, careful not to weigh down a sliced footpaw with a forepaw clamped to his hip. He stared at them both for a long while, before a pained smile flickered on his lips, though worry shown in his eyes. "That 'ad t' be th' greatest fight these ole eyes've ever set sight on. But blood 'n' steel, 'ow're ye still with us? Yew two 'urt!?"